The door slammed shut with a "bang," and the gun in Lu Beichen's hand was pressed against Ning Zeyan's forehead.
A gun?
Gu Xiyao gasped, almost cried out, and immediately grabbed Lu Beichen's gun-wielding arm, "Little Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Let me show you what happens to those who plot against me!"
He said calmly, causing Gu Xiyao's legs to weaken, "Little Uncle, this is Paris! You can't act recklessly!"
"You think I wouldn't dare act recklessly in Paris? Then you're underestimating your Little Uncle!" He sneered coldly, "Now that all my deals have gone through, what do I have to fear?"
"Lu Beichen, please calm down, okay?" Ning Zeyan raised his hands in surrender, his eyes fixed on his hand, fearing he might pull the trigger.
"Speak! Since you drugged me and set me up, you must know where that woman went." Lu Beichen asked.
"What woman?" Ning Zeyan swallowed nervously, "I understand what you mean, drugging!"
